Missing Mrs. Lowry: The Billionaire’s Wakeup Call

Chapter 31

Megan snapped back to reality, noticing the car had come to a halt at a crossroads. The light ahead was red

She pulled her hand from Sullivan’s grip and tumed her head away, her demeanor cooling. “Nothing”

Sullivan’s gaze lingered on her averted profile. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his heart.

His mind wandered back to the early days of their marriage when Megan was just past her twenties Back then, Megan adored him. Every evening, when he came home from work, she would dash downstairs to relieve him of his briefcase, eagerly sharing the menu. she had planned for dinner and drawing him a warm bath before bed.

At night during their intimate moments, he would sometimes hurt her on purpose. She would just snuggle up to him with her nose slightly red, wmpping her arms tightly around his neck and softly pleading with him to be gentle

In those honeymoon days, she was truly joyful.

But gradually, Megan stopped laughing and ceased her playful affection

It seemed she had finally come to accept the fact that he didn’t love her and slowly realized that no matter what she did, it was all in vain, she was always met with indifference and disregard

Megan was still considerate, but her attentiveness had become more akin to performing her wifely duties.

There was no love, just obligation.

Just like the truth she revealed after a few glasses of wine, she had stopped liking him a long time ago.

These thoughts made Sullivan’s imitation grow, he looked away with no intention of speaking to Megan again.

on, and the black Bentley slowly pulled away.

the car’s luxury shone brightly.

car window, her gaze fixed on the French

closed

other day, it was bustling, and she played the violin

finally understood why Sullivan had insisted on driving

this on purpose?”

kept his eyes on the

the bottom of her apartment building that he turned to look at her and spoke,

but she kept

shorted softly, leaning back into his seat with a lazy posture. “Tm not sure what Begonia had in mind by helping you. But Mrs. Lowry, don’t forget

a faint

guess Sullivan’s thoughts;

his wife, whom he no longer

to Sullivan, but she didn’t want to

Her him.”

calmly, “Our marriage has nothing to do with him! Sullivan, don’t go after

bored into

silence, he reached out and gently caressed her face, “1

a

recoiled, turning her face away. “I’m

seconds.